the best is yet to come

Under the cool bronze of winter sun

I am silence

Face to face with a half-masked deer

and her young

She too is sniffing out the dawn, diamond light

and sharp green pine

Started by the gunshot of a fallen branch

they run, they’ve gone

And I crunch back to our lodge, leave wishes

in the window frost

Bask in the glint of baubles, my sons and knowing

the best is yet to come

❤️Love and peace for the holidays and new year ❤️

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